The Chamber Of Secrets Had Been Opened.

When He Straightened Up Again, There Were Six Harry Potters Gasping And Panting In Front Of Him. Fred And George Turned To Each Other And Said Together, "wow -- We're Identical!

The Mind Is Not A Book, To Be Opened At Will And Examined At Leisure. Thoughts Are Not Etched On The Inside Of Skulls, To Be Perused By An Invader. The Mind Is A Complex And Many-layered Thing.

It's Going To Be All Right, Sir," Harry Said Over And Over Again, More Worried By Dumbledore's Silence Than He Had Been By His Weakened Voice. "we're Nearly There ... I Can Apparate Us Both Back ... Don't Worry ..." "i Am Not Worried, Harry," Said Dumbledore, His Voice A Little Stronger Despite The Freezing Water. "i Am With You.

I Imagined Being A Famous Writer Would Be Like Being Like Jane Austen.

The Wand Chooses The Wizard.